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When Lois got home from winning bingo that afternoon, she was a little surprised to find a young man sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper.
'What're you doing in my house?!' she yelled.
'Your house?!' said Tederick, giving her a weird look, but in a way that Lois found somehow familiar. 'Don't you mean our house, Lois?'
'Who are you?! How do you know my name?!'
'I'm your husband,' said Tederick. 'Remember?'
Oh dear, he thought, she's getting all forgetful again.
'My husband's dea... coming home any minute now. I'm calling the police!'
'Don't be silly dear,' Tederick sighed. 'You remember me! It's me, Frank.'
Frank?! thought Lois. What on earth is going on?!
Then she saw the glove.
'Where did you get that?!'
'What?'
'That glove.'
'You knitted it for me, dear.'
Lois saw there was pain in Tederick's eyes.
It's not possible, she thought. But the glove... I gave it to that young man at the university today. And now this fellow turns up wearing it; says he's my husband.
Lois took two deep breaths.
'If you're my husband,' she said, 'how come you look younger? And how come you don't look like you've been rolled over by a hill?'
'Rolled over by a hill?' said Tederick. 'But I thought that must've been just a dream!'
Tears welled up in Lois' eyes.
'It wasn't,' she said. 'It really happened.'
'Then why aren't I flat anymore?'
'I don't know!' said Lois, bursting into tears.
'Come over here, dearie,' said Tederick, reaching out to Lois.
Lois sat down on the couch and they hugged.